Novels by Josie Quinn

SIERRAAs the bouncers dragged the CEO toward the exit, I looked at Dante, of all people, the one who'd stepped in and rescued me. Santini yanked my elbow and drew me aside. "Really? A damn CEO? What'd you do to piss this one off, huh?" Santini demanded.Annoyance flooded my veins. "Maybe I should have let him dry hump me on the couch. Hey, that's worth the measly two hundred bucks, right?"Santini's eyes flickered. "Worth owing me?""Owe you what?" Dante cut in, his voice sharp. I widened my eyes. Oh no!"I just took a shot from the bar, that's all," I blurted. Dante blinked. "Are you okay?"I nodded and mentally gave myself a high-five. I massaged the tension building in my neck.Dante kept looking at me. "Come on, you need to sit down."Before I knew it, he reached for my hand and settled me on the couch."Hey, you better pay for that shot." Santini warned me.Dante glared at him. "I'll take care of it."Santini, as if remembering who Dante really was, straightened like someone

DANTE"Marchesi, I wish I could say this little ambush was a pleasant surprise." I said coolly. "But I'm not really in the mood for a meeting."Who the hell let him into my house? I shot Frankie a glance; he wouldn't meet my eyes.Rory leaned back, maddeningly relaxed. "You don't return phone calls, and I've been waiting two months to set an appointment. I believe common courtesy says to hear me out."I frowned. What's with everyone and courtesy today?Out loud, I said, "After you."Frankie hurried to unlock the door. Rory walked inside.When his soldados moved to follow, Frankie blocked the doorway with an arm.Rory looked at me, and I could tell he was dying to have his men with him.I shrugged, pretending not to notice. "My home is secured, so we don't need them."Rory nodded and waved at his soldados to step back. Frankie slammed the door shut and waited.I sank into the chair behind my desk. My hand brushed under it, making sure the gun was still there."I have to say congratulat

DANTEI could have easily dodged the slap; I just stood there while the side of my face stung. I glared hard at Sierra.A long time ago, I would have hit a girl for doing that and taking delight in it.But it wasn't me anymore.Besides, it wasn't smart to commit assault in front of a police department.Sierra flinched, her fingers covered her lips as her eyes grew wide. "Omigod, I'm so sorry!"I blinked, letting the rage simmer down, and flicked my fingers at Marco the driver-a silent signal not to intervene. "Don't tell Santini!" Sierra added.I rolled my eyes. Of course, that's why she apologized.Sierra straightened. "I mean, a little 'thank you' would have been nice."Tilting my head to the side, I said. "You know what? You kind of remind me of an aunt-slapping me around while preaching about 'courtesy'."Sierra scoffed, eyeing me. "You wish I were your aunt."Without saying another word, I walked towards the car; Marco already held a door open for me."Wait, Dante," Sierra came

DANTE“Let go!” Sierra whispered against my lips; my fingers dug into her hips. I nipped her lower lip. “No,” I replied stubbornly; the rush of desire was too hard to resist until Sierra was pulled away from my arms.“Break it up, you two!” Howard barked at us.I tried to catch my breath, then a fist came flying at my face; I sidestepped easily. The idiot stumbled like a clumsy drunk, while I shoved my hands deep into my pockets, watching him. Moron.“Howie!” Sierra cried in alarm, reaching to hold him upright.Howard glared at me as if in disbelief. “Oh, my God in Heaven. If you touch her again, I'll...”“Or what, Monroe?” I asked, stepping forward in challenge.Howard quickly jumped back in retreat. “Nothing, I'm sorry, I didn't realize it was you, Don Spinelli,” he muttered.I nodded with an air of authority. “That's what I thought.”Upon turning to Sierra, Howard's fingers gripped her face. “Are you okay, sis?” She nodded. “Yes, I'm fine.”Howard dragged his sister out of there

DANTE“So,” I purred. “How does it taste?”Georgia Mancini sniffed, shook the wine glass, and drank from it. She made a clicking sound with her tongue that nearly made me want to roll my eyes.“Hmm, blackberry, a bit of grape.” Georgia mused. “That’s six grand over my usual rate. Tell me Spinelli, why should I keep doing business with you?”I smirked, scanning the guests in the hall at her open house. “Times have changed; my suppliers enjoyed dealing with my father. It's not the same treatment for me.”Georgia shook her head. “Could it be that Giovanni had better charm? He could tell me to jump off a bridge, and I'd happily do it.”I glared at her. “Would you?”She nodded. “If the bridge was on fire and he knew it would save my life, yes.”Ridiculous.“Georgia, you should know luxury comes at a high price.” I said.Her eyes flashed. “Just because I can afford it doesn't mean I should. Maybe you need to be a little friendlier...” She drew a finger down my chest and paused barely above

SIERRA“I’ve changed my mind; I can't do this.” I winced as the screen played a CCTV clip of Dante brutally punching a man. Then Dante pulled out his gun and fired once; the man dropped dead.Sitting across from me were Seth and a few agents.“If you think Dante's cruel.” Seth said casually, rewinding the clip. “Just imagine what'll happen when he discovers you've been lying to him.”“Turn it off!” I covered my eyes; my legs trembled, imagining Dante hurting me or worse.“But it's not going to happen, right?” Seth asked. “Because you're going to do exactly what we've been training you for.”“You make it sound so easy, Agent.” I snapped.“Look on the bright side.” Seth advised. “If you win, he'll be serving twenty years to life in Alcatraz prison.”Bright side my ass!Back at the club, I waited for Dante to arrive; he usually visited on Fridays at seven, but tonight, he was an hour late. My first mission was to get Dante's contact list, all in his phone.Fine.That won't be extremely d